Huo Juanyan watched as Nan Yu bowed her head to read, her snow-white neckline under the dim yellow light was particularly eye-catching.
He caressed the chocolate wrapper in his palm, his obscure gaze fixed on her, accompanied by the sound of her gently flipping the pages.
The rare tranquil moments gave him a false sense of longing to fall into a deep slumber.
He didn't know how much time had passed when Huo Juanyan suddenly felt a tingling pain all over his thigh.
He paused for a second, then quickly turned his gaze to his legs filled with Silver Needles.
Were they regaining sensation?
As if in response, his legs began to throb with intense pain.
It felt as if millions of needles were piercing through his flesh and blood, reaching his bones, scraping against them with such force that sweat broke out on his back.
